45 Days with Logan のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉As my gaze lingered on her longer than I intended, Shadow slithered toward me, his massive body gliding silently across the floor. His forked tongue flicked in the air as he lifted his head. I raised Shadow, and he's just as cruel as I am. He never hesitates to bite anyone he doesn't recognize. Which is why it surprised me that he didn't sink his fangs into Papillon the moment he saw her. She loves to scream, right? Well… I would've loved to hear her scream if Shadow had bitten her. The thought almost made me smile. Watching the pain twist across her face would've been entertaining. I'm wicked. I know. You don't need to say it loudly. Then why did I help lift her luggage from that pothole? Sorry, ain't no way you're going to know why. Shadow flicked his tongue again as he gestured his head toward Papillon. "You don't know her," I muttered coldly. "Why didn't you bite her? Did I raise you to be nice?" Shadow's forked tongue flicked again as his head sw

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I walked down the narrow road until I was far away from Demon's house... that's when I started seeing buildings.Same old buildings, but different ones. L'Impasse des Ombres was really a big neighborhood because the buildings I was seeing were different from the ones I saw when I first arrived.It just depends on the paths you take. But all the roads were narrow.I came across a place where bread was sold. It was a small bakery, but the warm scent of freshly baked bread drifted through the air, wrapping around me like a comforting hug.I hadn't eaten all day, and I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't hungry. Who wouldn't be hungry? I arrived in Paris in the morning, and it's already 8PM, and yet I haven't eaten anything... not even a cup of water.I walked toward the wide window. A woman wearing a pink apron was arranging loaves of bread for display."Hi. I want some bread," I said politely.But she only gave me an awkward look before continuing her work.Didn't she hear me?"Ca

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I didn't know when sleep finally claimed me, but when I woke up, the pale sunlight spilling through the window told me it was already 11:54 a.m.I stretched my stiff body lazily, my muscles protesting as if they had fought a war in my sleep. A long sigh escaped me before I slowly climbed down from the bed.Well… I survived the night.No cobra sneaked into my room to bite me. That alone felt like a miracle.A yawn slipped from my lips as I dragged my feet toward the forty-five-day calendar taped crookedly on the wall. The paper fluttered slightly from the weak breeze coming through the window.I picked up the pen beside it and ticked off number one.Then I nodded to myself.Forty-four days left.Just forty-four more days.Staying in a house with a cobra and a demon definitely wasn't part of the life plan I had imagined… but I would survive it. I had to. I would live every single day the best I could, before Mom crawled back into my life like the nightmare she was.At least

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My eyes refused to leave Chaney no matter how hard I tried to focus on something else. It was impossible. The way he nodded thoughtfully and smiled so gently at every word Pacard said was… so captivating.I had no idea what Pacard was saying in French, but judging by the way Chaney's shoulders relaxed and his lips curved into those soft smiles, it had to be something amusing.And those dimples…My heart squeezed every time they appeared.Chaney's ocean-blue eyes were my favorite thing about him. Looking at them felt like standing on a quiet shore, staring into the endless sea... calm, deep, and beautiful.He wasn't as dangerously handsome as Demon. But who cared?I liked Chaney exactly the way he was.He was calm, quiet, and gentle, just like me.Ruby was busy doing Manon's hair at the styling chair, humming softly while she worked.Zenia sat Pacard, clearly enjoying whatever he was saying to Chaney. Amber had taken the seat next to Chaney too, but the way she kept pressing

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I stepped backward immediately. "I… I went to Ruby's," I stammered, my voice higher than I intended."Ruby's?" he knitted his left eyebrow.I nodded.He stared at me, but I tried to avoid his scary obsidian eyes.This is why I said Chaney was so different from him. When I was with Chaney earlier, I wasn't so scared.I was free and comfortable, but with Demon? He always made me feel like I was one step away from dying."Come here," he instructed."Huh?" My throat went dry."Am sure you're not deaf. Come sit with me," he said in a low voice, but it was still scary.My eyes stared at the cobra crawling around his neck. I held the hems of my gown tightly.As if he read my fear, he raised his right eyebrow, and the cobra slithered back into its tank.Demon signaled me to come closer with his hand.I pushed myself toward him, perching on the couch he was sitting on.When our eyes met, he moved his eyes towards the ottoman chair beside the couch.A black nylon bag was lying on it.